New Ulm weekly review., 1887-03-02

the silence of the room the Italians
medley wrought like magic. The we'd
ding guests swayed hither and thither
in grotesque mimicry of the dream
dancer upon the polished floor The
breeze of The night waited the mysteri-
Gus strains out through the open case
ments, and bore them past wondering
wayfarers upward to the empryean to
sweep the confines Of other realms Of
mystery.
Bardinelli was lending all the cum
ming OF his hand to rouse the suspend
ed faculties of his beloved pupil. The
heavy lids yelling her vision were slow
ly raised; surrounding objects were
once more photographed upon
the retina of the eye; the tinge OF life
was returning to lip and cheek; her
movements had less of grace and more
of energy. 1t were as though the
shackles Of flesh were being again riv-
eted upon the free movement of the
spirit. The Statue had walked to life,
though another than Pygmalion
should reap the kisses OF those divine
ly parted lips.
Louder and louder swelled the waltz
melodies OF the forgotten musician.
One who casually glanced toward him
saw that he was contorted, and that
the veins in his forehead were purple
| cords, tensely drawn. So might have
looked the LAGOON wrestling in the
folds OF the sea-monster.
Not the less surely, however, was
the master hand informed of the gen
ius Of a deathless will, and the observ.
er, unknowing, turned again to mark
the effects OF his power upon her, who,
like Eurydice, was being lured back
from the world OF mystery and shadow
| by his Orphic entertainments. Sudden
ly she stood still. The throng OF spec
tators gazed at her. Their united
breath would not have stirred the
down of thistle puff. Her white
bosom rose and fell. The orange
blossoms looping her corsaee trembled
like sentient creatures filled with a
passion of Joy in her living warmth
and loveliness.
Hes eyes roved anxiously over the
expectant assemblage. She was look
ing for some one.
For whom?
She smiled a dazzling smile of recos-
milton, and joyously stretched forth
her arms. Her bridegroom hurried
to meet and to take her into his en,-
brace.
For the first time there was q dis.
cord in the music. No one noticed it
There was break, a pause, then a
crash of chords, then silence.
cit was you who drew me back
among the living, Phil" murmured
the bride, at rest on the heart of her
husband. "Not the bands of death
could hold me from you yet, dear. 1t
was the yearning of my spirit that
spoke to you through the music OF
BardlnelPs violin"
"Then, O my beloved!' he answer
ed, in the abnegation of an humble
gratitude, ''lt is to Rardinelli | owe
the debt may never hope to repay"
''To Bardinelli?"
She turned in her gracious beauty
and moved toward the place of tho
musician.
He did not rise to meet her. He
was sitting bending forward, and his
face was averted as from a sight dis
tressing to him. His violin had slip.
ped from his grasp and WAS resting
against his knee, two of it's strings
broken and snarled. She laid upon
his shoulder the hand from which he
had extracted the venom o; the tar.
antula.
"Bardinelli!'
Her voice had never before appealed
to him in vain. Now he gave it no
heed. She bent over him, her bridal
veil blending with the long hair float,
ing over his shoulders. Her gentle
clasp closed upon the fingers still hold
ing the taut bow. Then passionate G
cry broke from her lips and she turn,
ed to her husband:
''He ls dead! He has given his life
| for mine Phil"